Gun gunaa rahe hȧi bhȧvar,
khil rahee hai kalee kalee
Zaraa dekho sajan beiman bhàvraa kaise muskaaye
Hay kalee yoo sharmaye, ghunghat me goree jaise chhup jaaye
Ritu aisee hay kaisee ye pawan chalee galee galee
Kisee ko kya kahe ham dono bhee hȧi dekho kuchh khoye
Huvaa kyaa, oye oye, Jaage jiyaa me armaan soye
Ritu aisee hay kaisee ye pawan chalee galee galee
Suno paas naa aa-o kalee ke bahaane pyaar naa jataa-o
Jaa-o chalo baat naa banaa-o bhȧvre, ke bahaane ȧȧkh naa laṛaa-o
Ritu aisee hay kaisee ye pawan chalee galee galee
Look at the humming bees that flit from blossom to blossom.
Let’s look at those bees as they seem to smile at every blossom. The blossoms appear as shy as brides behind their veils. I wonder what season is here as there seems to be mischief in the air.
We seem lost without each other. While desires awaken from within. Oh, what season is this since there is mischief in the air?
Hey, do not try to use that story of the bees and flowers to get close to me. Do not attempt to use the happiness of the bees as the cause to woo me with your words.
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